Forward in Faith sublime,
Where doctrine cannot fail,
In keeping now and for all-time
The priesthood male!
The Fathers once laid down
Our Apostolic name;
And with one voice we thus rejoice
To stay the same.

All clothed in black attire,
With buttons thirty-nine,
A Catholic bishop we require
To tend our vine.
No more the tainted few,
Who heresy ingest,
But prelates stout and true of word
To lead our quest.

How dare a woman wear
A chasuble and stole?
And then expect to humbly bear
A priestly role?
Anathema! All strife!
Unorthodox! Bizarre!
For Jesus never in his life
Did wear a bra!

To Fathers young and old,
One Faith, one Church, one Mass,
Our Bishops, Priests, and Deacons bold,
Shall all surpass.
With gin and stoles held proud,
And many-a simp'ring cry,
Let's hear the toast, and raise the host,
The Church is high!

©Pharisaios 2001

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